

Okay, storytime š¬
Today I bravely marched into the dentistās office, ready for aĀ simpleĀ teeth cleaning šŖ„āØā¦ and somehow left with an appointment to the orthodontist. Plot twist, right?
Apparently, my teeth decided to live their own life and ignore the braces I wore as a teenager (betrayal level: MAX š„²). So now, here I am, staring into the abyss thinkingā¦
BRACES. AGAIN.
Just call me "Metal Barbie" š¦·āØš¤£
And now Iām sitting here like:
Will you still love me when Iām clinking like a wind chime every time I talk? š
Or should I start perfecting my āmysterious no-teeth smileā like this š?
Anyway... perfect teeth or bust, baby. Iāll keep you posted ā just donāt laugh too hard when I come back looking like a cute lilā Terminator š¦¾ā¤ļø
PS:
If Iām stuck eating soup and smoothies, you BETTER be spoiling me with sweet words and extra attention... or else Iām coming for YOU with these braces šš